Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Rating: R, Adult
Warnings: Rimming, drug use
Word Count: 3369 This is a long one..
Disclaimer: This is FICTION. NOT True. I do not know or own these characters. I make NO claims about their sexuality or life style choices. There is no profit being made from this.


Chapter 29

Sean wasn't lost, he knew exactly where he was. He was following the path. Totally oblivious to the snapping twigs and rustling of leaves on either side of him, his attention was on the twinkling, dancing, lights illuminating the path that stretched through the dark forest.

His canine escorts were intimately attuned to the forest. They knew every leaf, every blade of grass, and every scent. Leading Sean away from the house and the cemetery, the fire was not their concern.
Sean stumbled once, over a wayward root. The huge wolves stopped. They waited patiently as he picked himself up and continued.

Six of the beasts had broken from the pack when Sean had bolted from the house. He had run blindly into the woods with them right behind him. Now, as he trudged along with three on each side, he was well guarded.

It was still raining but the tightly woven branches above sheltered him from the worst of it. What managed to filter through felt like a warm mist on Sean's over heated skin. The water and sweat mixed to plaster his hair down, dripping. His clothes were clinging as well and it felt as if his shoes were full of water.

Sean paused long enough to toe his shoes off and strip his socks from his feet.
Wiggling his toes in the cool mud and feeling it squish over his feet he smiled. This was much better. He began removing his shirt as well.

After wiping his face with it, he dropped the shirt and continued after the dancing, laughing lights. He neither saw nor heard the furry beasts that darted out to retrieve his belongings. Just as quietly, they returned to their places on either side of him.

The further he walked, the hotter it seemed to get, the plants and vegetation started taking an almost tropical appearance. Large leaves and flowing vines, Sean thought he could actually smell the ocean on the air.

He was practically on top of the building before he saw it.
A crumbling shack with a sagging roof, snuggled tightly in the densely packed forest. The trees resembled weeping willows with their low hanging leaves that hid what was left of the roof and the sides. Roots lifting from the soil interwove and twinned with each other circling the bottom of the house. If there were windows in the cellar, they hadn’t seen sun light in a long time.

Old rusted metal steps led up to a porch made of bricks with large polished stones stacked along the edge. It was an odd combination with the bricks looking much younger then the thick roots wrapping around it.
The steps had been painted black at some point, but now they had as much rust as paint showing. They were a recent addition, yet the roots wound through the base holding the stairs firmly to the porch.

Sean approached it slowly; the fog swirled restlessly around his feet. It thinned as it left him to creep up the side of the first step, briefly lighting up the intricate designs and patterns there before moving to the next.
There were no rails to hold onto and in the dark he could barely see the top.
Heaving a sigh, Sean took a step.

Halfway up, he started feeling dizzy and dropped to the stairs. He was still there, hoping the dizziness would pass when the stairs started to shake and rattle.
On hands and knees, he scurried the rest of the way up. When he reached the top, he laid down on the cool surface.


Back at the house, Viggo struggled to his feet and moved to Orlando's side. Through the streaks of lightening smoke drifted and could be seen hanging. The air carried on it the unmistakable smell of burning wood. The rain had slowed considerably and was just a gentle pitter-pattering all around. It would have been relaxing if it wasn’t frequently drowned out by the booming thunder.

Orlando was scanning the dark forest when he began to pick out the yellow eyes staring back. At the edge of the trees, the wolves were waiting.

“Over there!” Viggo shouted as he ran into the yard, grabbing Orlando and dragging him behind. There were two deep grooves in the earth that ended at Dom and Elijah’s feet. It looked as if they had been pulled through the yard and left next to the house under the meager protection of the over hanging roof.

As it turned out, moving two unconscious, muddy, full-grown men was harder then they had anticipated.

Moving one at a time they managed to get them to the porch. Lugging the slippery dead weight had been an ordeal and all of them were covered in mud by the time they were done.

Orlando flopped down next to Elijah to rest for a minute and Viggo sat beside him. He slipped his arm around Orli's shoulders and pulled him close. They sat like this with the sound of the rain as the only noise. Several minutes seemed to slip by before either spoke.

"Vig?"

"Hmm?"

"What the bloody hell is going on around here?"

******

Karl slowly turned the key in the lock. He felt it hit resistance then heard a click as the key did its job and the lock sprang open.

On the top shelf he pulled out an empty bowl and brushed aside several broken capsules. He stuck his hand further back in the dark cabinet and pulled out a near-empty bottle of lube. Karl dropped that to the floor and reached in again. This time he found a bowl with four little capsules it.

He shook the bowl and watched them roll back and forth. Knowing Viggo, they could be anything from worm pills to some home made concoction that would just hit the spot,

Karl looked over at Eric sitting in front of the TV. He was pulling a face and didn't look happy.

"Eric?"

"Yeah."

"Problem?"

"Huh?"

"Is something wrong?" Karl enunciated carefully.

Eric pointed at the television; "Orlando doesn't look like he's enjoying that."

Karl chucked, "It's all in how you look at it. Getting there is half the fun, you know. Let's see if I can't fix this little problem." He stirred the pills around with his finger.

Karl grabbed the first bottle his hand landed on and poured a drink. Taking the glass and one of the capsules, he moved toward Eric.

On the TV, Orlando looked to be struggling against his bonds and had a gag in his mouth. His cock was swollen and tied up tight. Viggo could be seen fingering him as he rocked and struggled. Eric was right, Orlando didn't look very happy with the situation.

Karl hit the button to fast-forward the tape and Eric starred in fascination. Viggo went from fingering him to sucking him and then fucking him. When he finally wrenched the cock ring free it didn't take much to make Orli cum.
He hit play when the next scene started. That's when he handed Eric the drink.

"I dunno, Karl. I think I've had enough to drink."

"Just enough to take your pill." Karl offered the capsule. "For your headache, remember?"

Eric shook his head; "I don't have a headache."

"You mean it already started working!? Wow! You better hurry up and take it." Karl stuck his hand out further.

Eric picked up the pill and rolled it in his fingers. Shrugging his shoulders, he popped it in his mouth and chased it with the drink.

Handing the empty glass to Karl he waved him away and went back to the TV. This scene was much better then the last. Orlando wasn't tied up this time. He was lying on his stomach on the most blood red sheets Eric had ever seen.
Viggo poured oil on him and massaged it in as he worked his way down Orli's back. When he reached the smooth round bum, Viggo parted the cheeks and moved right in. His tongue was tickling and teasing all over the small round entrance. Orlando, for his part, was clinching the sheets and squirming.


”Much, much better..” Eric thought and he pushed Karl completely out of his mind.

Karl wandered over to the door to check on Billy and David. David was lying on the rug with Billy straddling his waist. He had Dave's hands pinned down by his head and was kissing him.

It felt like Billy was sucking every bit of the strength from him. David was on the verge of giving up when he heard Karl walk in and began to struggle harder. He bucked and jerked trying to dislodge him, but Billy’s weight kept him nicely pinned.

Every movement of Billy's tongue, Dave could feel all over his body. It felt as if Billy had latched onto something that went all the way to his toes and was slowly draining it from his body. His heart was pounding; he couldn’t get enough air and every nerve in his body screamed

Billy was sitting high on his waist, not even touching his pants, but that didn’t stop the ache in Dave’s groin as his throbbing member strained to get out. It was begging to be let loose and touched. Like an itch he couldn't reach.

David tried to yell, but with Billy’s mouth sealed over his own it came out sounding more like a moan. He looked desperately to Karl for help.

Karl totally missed it. "Keep your pants on until I get back, then we’re moving this upstairs." He laughed as he turned to leave.

When Dave saw Karl leave, all of the remaining fight left him.
As he finally gave himself over to Billy, he heard wolves howl in the distance.

Billy sat back and howled in response. David lay still, resigned and waiting. His arms felt too heavy to lift and there was no chance of pushing Billy off.

In the adjoining room, Karl walked over to Eric and knelt down. Eric was sitting there rocking in tune to Orlando as he thrust against the mattress.

"How are you feeling, Eric?"

"Have you ever done that?" He pointed to the TV.

Karl watched the screen with interest. Viggo had spread Orlando's legs and looked right at home between them. He was using that unnaturally long tongue to tease every bit of sensitive flesh.

"Please, please…." The request could barely be heard with Orlando's face hidden in his pillow.

"No talking." The man in charge responded as he pulled away and got up. Orlando cried out and banged his head furiously against his pillow. Taking several deep breaths, he watched the direction Viggo had gone. Suddenly he jumped up off the bed and padded over to the camera. He could be seen reaching for it just before it went black.

Karl roared, "The dirty bugger turned off the camera! Viggo will get him for that!"

Eric tensed visibly, "Karl, do you think Viggo would really hurt Orli?" The TV came back on, now focused on the empty bed.

"You don't really know Viggo very well, do you? He is a bit obsessive about Orli, but he could never hurt him. Not like what you're talking about."

The sound of Viggo laughing pulled their attention back to the TV. Silky white sheets adorned the bed. It looked like Viggo had placed extra linen just for the rumpled effect. Fluffy white pillows were propped against the headboard. Even the candles on the table were white.

"Get in here!" Viggo laughed again.

"I hate you. You know that, right?" A petulant Orlando could be heard off camera.

"Of course you do, now get in here!"

"Viggo, I swear..."

"And don't forget your line."

"I hate you.. I really.. really.. hate you."

"Awww. Aren't you cute? Now, get over here in front of the camera."

A hunched over young woman stomped in front of the camera and scowled through a mop of unruly brown curls. "I hate you."

"Stand up straight, I love that outfit. Lift the skirt, I want a shot of your thigh."

Orlando squared his shoulders and pushed the hair out of his face. Tucking the sheer blouse into the waist of his little pleated skirt before he raised the hem to reveal the tops of his white stockings attached to a lovely white lacy garter. There was a hint of a delicate white thong before he lowered the hem of the skirt. He turned around, then, and wiggled his ass at the camera.

"You forgot something..."

"Viggo, is that really necessary?"

Viggo rounded the corner and nudged him to make Orlando sit on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of the camera, he fussed over the younger man. When Viggo finally stepped out of the way, Orlando had the darkest red lips pouting at the camera.

Viggo pulled him to his feet and kissed him hard. It was a quick kiss, but it had the deserved effect. With a spreading flush and slightly smeared lipstick, Orlando looked totally debauched.

Viggo moved back behind his camera. "Now.. Say it."

Orlando leaned forward and mock-whispered. "Viggo's arsed because I turned off the camera."

A small pillow sailed though the air and bounced off the side of his lovely head. "That's not what you're supposed to say!"

"Hey!! You're gonna muss my hair!!" He made a big show of fluffing his curls.

"OR-LAN-DO!"

"Alright, alright. Viggo had a little lamb, whose name was Orli-Poo.."

"Orli-Poo?"

"Hush, it’s my poem. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, Viggo shagged his little lamb.."

"You changed the words."

"What part of 'my poem' do you not understand? Artistic.. Artistic. something. It's mine. I'll change it if I want. Now, Viggo shagged his little lamb,
Whose name was Orli-Poo.
Ramming him with that big cock,
What was Orli-Poo to do?"

"Well..."

"He came like a shameless whore. Now get over here and fuck me."

When Viggo sauntered slowly towards the bed, he had already removed his shirt. "Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" He lifted Orlando's chin and gazed down at him.

"Little?" he batted his eyelashes. "I beg your pardon! There is nothing little about this package."

"All dressed in virginal white.."

"About that virgin thing..."

"Although I’m not sure if there are many cherries left to pick.. Let me think.. Hmm... What haven't you done?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Cause, Vig, sometimes with you, I'm not really sure."

"What haven't you done?"

"Have you heard a word I've said? Viggo? You better not be wearing bloody earplugs!"

"Uh huh, Yeah... I hear ya, Babe. Hold on, I'm thinking."

Orlando looked directly at the camera. "This could take a while.. We may be here all night."

Eric jumped.

Karl snickered. "You all right, man? I don't think he was talking to you."

"Do you wank when you watch these?" Orlando was asking the camera, which of course meant Eric.

"Fuck, that's creepy!" Which was pretty good for Eric in his current state of mind. Complete sentences, yup. still doing good.

Karl clapped Eric on the back. "You stay here. Fast forward it if he keeps talking to you." He managed to say it with a straight face. "When Sean gets back, tell him we went to find Viggo, ok?"

"Sure." Eric's eyes were darting between Karl and the TV.

"Umm, you feel ok? No pukies, not sleepy, anything like that?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Eric was aiming the remote at the TV like a weapon.

Karl didn't bother to tell him he had the stereo remote. He just smacked him on the back again and wandered off to find Billy and David.

On the TV, Viggo was rummaging under the bed and Orlando was flirting with the camera.

He had progressed from blowing kisses and licking his lips to sucking his finger. Glistening with spit, he slowly sucked it into his mouth. Puffing his lips and moaning, he slowly pulled it back out. With his eyes closed tightly, he was really getting into it. Rocking back and forth, his rhythm punctuated with small thrusts of his hips. He was mid moan when a hand wrapped around his wrist.

"Ow! Fuck! You made me bite my finger!"

"Remind me never to startle you when you are sucking my cock."

"You would need reminding?"

Viggo just looked at him. "Get up on the bed."

"You are sooo romantic." He batted his eyelashes.

"I've found something, now get up there."

"Something I haven't done before? Like what?"

"Get up there, now!"

Orlando looked at the camera (and Eric) and rolled his eyes. Then he turned around and climbed up on the bed. On his hands and knees, there was no more hinting about that thong. It was in plain sight.
"How do you want me?" He dipped his head and smiled back at Viggo from between his legs.

The glow from the TV was the only source of light in the room. When a bright flash did catch Eric's attention, it took him a few minutes to drag his eyes from the movie to investigate the source.

Turning his head, he watched as first one small flame after another flickered up and caught in the fireplace.

"It just wasn't completely out." It didn't sound convincing even to himself.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle. A cold breeze swept up his body causing goose bumps. He rubbed his arms briskly as he staggered to his feet.

As Eric looked around the room the flickering flames brought the shadows to life. They wiggled and waved from the walls in an eerie synchronized fashion.

The temperature was dropping steadily despite the now roaring fire. Eric could see his breath hanging in cold, cold air. A chilly, damp sensation began to creep over his feet. Looking down, he could see a thick fog rolling across the floor.

He had just started across the room to the backdoor, muttering curses to Karl for not shutting it, when a flicker from the TV caught his eye. The screen was darkening, narrowing to just a pinpoint before growing larger again.
But the picture had changed.

Viggo, Orlando, and the whole room were gone. In its place stood a young girl.

The black and white picture didn’t appear to be moving, but as Eric watched he could see little changes in it. He could tell her clothes were old and worn. Her light coloured hair hung limp and stringy. He couldn't see her feet, they were hidden in a fog, but somehow he knew she wasn’t wearing shoes.

As he watched two very large wolves suddenly walked up to the girl and sat on either side.
Still she didn't move.

Her eyes began to deepen into a dark turquoise and a breeze ruffled her hair. Her lips started turning into a bright ruby red colour and she seemed to smile shyly at him.
As the eyes of the wolves began to glow yellow, her smiled stretched to show the teeny tiny tips of her very sharp and jagged teeth.

"Hello Eric."

Eric jumped as the sound echoed around the room. Her lips never moved.

"When Sean called you, he had his own agenda." Her voice echoed off the walls.

Eric forgot about the door, the fog, and the shadows. Shadows that were stretching, touching, and blending as the fog rolled across the floor. Creating long black stripes that slithered over the walls and going totally unnoticed by the room’s sole occupant.

"Trivial mortal matters that do not concern us." The voice continued without pause. The breeze on the screen picked up and tossed her hair about wildly.

"We have far greater concerns. Eric..."

The wind began to rustle her dress and tug at the hem.

"Orlando needs you."

Her smile widened obscenely causing a small tear in her upper lip. A dark red bead appeared and swelled. When it reached a good size and dripped off, the tip of a small pink tongue darted out to catch it.

Eric saw none of this. He was already out the door.

~Continue~